Hustle

When I come home, you won't be there any more When I come home, you won't be there any more And you will tear off your clothes and kiss the floor When I come home, home, home When I see land, you will conjurer up a storm When I see land, you will conjurer up a storm And I will tie your hands to the highest mast When I see land, land, land And we will hustle, hustle, hustle to be free Free from all the happy thoughts and smiles across the sea In favor of the mean, mean, moves And back doors to the heart From where we always, always fall apart And you will slide on the back of my bike And you will slide on the back seat of my bike And I will ride you home, drunken in the rain Cause you will win again and again Now it's your turn, you will tie me to the tree Now it's your turn, you will tie me to the tree And you will sing and sing forever you and me And in the dark I wonder what you see And we will hustle, hustle, hustle to be free Free from all the happy thoughts and smiles across the sea In favor of the mean, mean, moves And back doors to the heart From where we always, always fall apart And we will hustle, hustle, hustle to be free Free from all the happy thoughts and smiles across the sea In favor of the mean, mean, moves And back doors to the heart From where we always, always fall apart